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  <updated>2008-09-29T10:50:17Z</updated>
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    <title>I want to be there with you.</title>
    <published>2008-09-29T10:50:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-29T10:50:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808000"&gt;I wish I could be with you every minute. &lt;br /&gt;So I knew what you were doing. &lt;br /&gt;I trust you alone. But I don't trust you around others. &lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of person to give into temptation easily. &lt;br /&gt;That worries me. &lt;br /&gt;It worries me a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I knew you were feeling guilty. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's over something stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#808000" size="2"&gt;But it makes me worry. &lt;br /&gt;Are you not happy with me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I need to change?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you talk to me differently.&lt;br /&gt;That we're married. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808000" size="2"&gt;That you don't kiss me the way you used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;I'm being redic, like always, so I'll go. &lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brookecole22:4233</id>
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    <title>So, this is a big change.</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T00:32:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T00:32:24Z</updated>
    <category term="first love online feelings everything"/>
    <lj:music> She's So High-Everclear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So this is a big change from last post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to be happening so fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only looking for a friend, someone to talk to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And in a way I always thought was rediculous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her online.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;SO stupid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with just a hello.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;How are you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a little something about yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it ends, everynight,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;with a I can't wait to see you, I miss you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, babe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That this all happened so fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I am happier than I have ever been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In my entire life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found someone who loves me, for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And accepts everything about me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And knows all the bad things about me, and still loves me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seserve her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;She's wayyy too good for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how she'll drive an hour to see me at work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Just to bring me a flower, and kiss me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And then leaves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk to her for hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And never get bored.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, like this is so crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am happier than ever, and it's all her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even explain it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most amazing feeling in the world!</content>
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    <title>brookecole22 @ 2008-07-09T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T03:18:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T03:18:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I feel like I'm going to puke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no control of my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's controlling it for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm allowing them to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always trying to make people happy, and please them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think this would make me happy, but it's to completel opposite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like everyone is carrying on without me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to get me, or respect me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;People are breaking my heart, right infront of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that they would at least wait and do it when I'm not around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat. I need to lose weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And this is part of my unhappiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And my lack of successful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Because people can't see anything but physical appearence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too angry to type.</content>
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    <title>dudeee.</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T19:50:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T19:50:27Z</updated>
    <category term="missy higgins"/>
    <category term="ch"/>
    <category term="indigo girls"/>
    <lj:music>katie -missy higgins</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow, I haven't posted anything on here in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that I had it =]&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm pretty excited. &lt;br /&gt;Because I just bought tickets to go see 3 of my favorite singers/song writers&amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;Missy Higgins, and the Indigo Girls. &lt;br /&gt;It should be an AMAZING concert. &lt;br /&gt;I will probably die when I see them, and I will probably die because there should be &lt;br /&gt;like a MILLION CH's there ( for those of you who get that =] ) &lt;br /&gt;It should be a pretty rad time. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just said rad. &lt;br /&gt;Wow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brookecole22:3437</id>
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    <title>.....but you said forever.</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T02:19:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T02:19:00Z</updated>
    <category term="life growing up"/>
    <content type="html">So I have this best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And she is the&amp;nbsp;MOST amazing person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I love her more than anything, and&amp;nbsp;would do anything for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Except she doesn't call me anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't return phone calls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;She is always with her boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And she is always with her new boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;feel so alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And left behind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told&amp;nbsp;promised me once she moved, she would call every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And made sure that we would still be best friends, and hang out every weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;guess the move is not all to blame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We are both growing, gaining more friends, and having new priorities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We both have jobs, family, and school to handle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We are both busy, and while we grow more busy we grow farther and farther apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And she says nothign has changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside, we both know it has.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were younger we would talk about how we would never grow apart, only closer as we got older.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And our promises to eachother have been broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And slowly, but surley, she will forget about me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be just a memory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;SO much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss what used to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my childhood, and I hate watching it fastly&amp;nbsp;pass me by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I just want things to be liek they used to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I miss is just being us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was perfectly fine with just having her, and no one else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I spend weekends alone now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be with her EVERY weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I see her about 3 times a month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And all I have left now are the memories I made with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>tonight.</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T01:00:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T01:00:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;so tonight was amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say, is " I KNEW IT."&lt;br /&gt;And now that I really do know it, I am so happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Like I can't even explain it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're reading this ( you know who you are),&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy you told me first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm so happy you trusted me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I love you =]&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was really cool because I told told some stories,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;which were very very very interesting, and surprising.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw the person with the hottest voice ever tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I don't know if you guys find voices sexy, because I usually don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But this one person has the voice of sex.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;For real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazinnnnggg&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I'm done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being quite random.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;OH, also,I was molested today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting, for real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;=]</content>
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    <title>OSWGO.</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T01:44:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T01:44:04Z</updated>
    <category term="oswego cool hoes price chopper"/>
    <lj:music>the naughty song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Heyy oswego.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;here we come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and when I say we, I mean me &amp;amp; siobhan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hardcore cool hoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;if you get what I'm sayingg ;]&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I've spent all night packing and planning for this shindig.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm getting up at 4:30 am to go to Oswego.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;With people I hate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Siobhan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Our bus leaves at 6:15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't get back until midnight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and then the next day, saturday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hair appt. @ 8:30 am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting it cut and colored. YAY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And then @ 11:45 am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bridal shower, for my mom's bff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And then @ 4:45 pm, I'll be chopping your prices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;in Johnstown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so you should totally come visit me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;there's a few more things I need to do to get ready, I just wanted to let oswego know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that siobhan and I are on our wayyy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;peaceee my niggggss.</content>
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    <title>MONO</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T15:49:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T15:49:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been sick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've started feeling better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I feel kind of crappy again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sitting&amp;nbsp;in my room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thinking&amp;nbsp;about how I&amp;nbsp;want to go back to&amp;nbsp;work&amp;nbsp;tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then the phone rights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I go to pick it up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I say, "Hello"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the voice responds" Hello&amp;nbsp;Brooke.Is your mother there?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I say: "No, she's still working, why?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the doctors says, " Oh, we just got your test results back, and it shows that you&amp;nbsp;DO have mono. It's near the end, it's the finishing stages, it shows you're getting over it." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I say, " Oh okay, so what&amp;nbsp;do I do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She says," Well, have your&amp;nbsp;mom call me when she gets home from work and we'll figure it out then."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOOO, pretty much I'm screwed for the rest of the break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably can't go out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably have to go back to the doctors, which I&amp;nbsp;HATE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably can't go to work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably can't see any of my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably can't have the wicked sweet&amp;nbsp;dance party I planned to have with Siobhan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JESSSUUUSSSS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So no, I'm stuck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my bedroom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the living room is being remodeled, and is a MESS and all gross and dusty. There are no walls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's just a bare&amp;nbsp;old hard wood floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOO, I'm stuck. In my room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching people I will never meet talk about thier lives on youtube. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing guitar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to learn how to edit movies&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;NOT going to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And sleeping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because having mono makes you REALLY tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idon't know why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's all I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SLEEP.&amp;nbsp;GUITAR. YOUTUBE.SLEEP. TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHH, but there is one good thing about today, JUNO came out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I am going to go get it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO, I am not going to go get it. DAMN IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will make my mom go get it :-) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Spring Break.</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T17:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T17:21:49Z</updated>
    <category term="spring break sick cough price chopper ju"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Spring Break was supposed to be filled with non stop partying and fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;it's not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;who ever told you that, lied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's rediculous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My spring break is filled with coughing, youtube, tv dinners, and more coughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;AND WORK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yes, good old price chopper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to be working under my current health conditions, and they know that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So what do they do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;They sign me up to be Chopping Prices ALL night tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So it ruined my plans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;from 3-7:15 you can come visit me chopping prices :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to meet Laura's friend, Annie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I was excited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to meet her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;She sounds pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But NO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for P Chop,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I will be bagging everyone's shit from 3-7:15&lt;br /&gt;How cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUTTTTT,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;there are a few cool things to talk about....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;1) I put up some new vids on youtube last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;check them outtt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;my youtube name is SchoolProductions&lt;br /&gt;I know, how original. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Juno comes out tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And because I pre ordered it from FYE,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I get a friggin sweet Pregnancy test pen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm pretty stoaked about getting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Jen Palmer is coming home in 8 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty exciting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I get to borrow an Ellen D book she bought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Which is wicked sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My braces should be coming off sometime this summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Which is really exciting.... becasue I've had them for like forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I really do hate them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;They make it really hard to brush my teeth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I really like brushing them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, well I better be going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make frozen banana's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can't make them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But I froze them, and it's time to go dip them in chocolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope everyone is having a better Spring Break than I am.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>STORMS. &amp; HAIR.</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T23:30:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T23:30:17Z</updated>
    <category term="hair storms puking shit"/>
    <lj:music>Say it's Possible-Terra Naomi</lj:music>
    <content type="html">uhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so it's storming out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm home alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&amp;nbsp;I love storms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Just not when I'm alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that they'll like....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;eat me or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sick too.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't like to be alone when I'm sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And since I like just puked....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that the power doesn't go out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Because then I'll be puking in the dark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And shitting my pants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that's that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're reading this...&lt;br /&gt;you should&amp;nbsp;come save me....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;from the dark...&lt;br /&gt;and the storms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I jsut had a thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I'm cutting my hair on friday....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to get done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I was it to be short.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I want it&amp;nbsp;to be different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Something people wouldn't expect me to get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather rebellious....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so if you find any wicked sweet cuts....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;show them to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and I will love you forever....&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brookecole22:1981</id>
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    <title>Discovering...I guess.</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T11:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T11:00:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Whether you fall-tracy bonham</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, as of lately, I have discovered some new, and interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;I am not exactly who I say, or make myself out to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the "good" girl everyone thinks I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing stupid, stupid things, to try and prove to them all that I am not the girl they all say and think I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am hiding my true self. I am afraid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared to be myeslf, because I've been pretending for so long now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I know how to be myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I can play the part of "Brooke Cole", the Brooke Cole, everyone wants and expects me to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Brooke Cole I want to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I living my life for others?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I taking time, and trying to figure out ways to make others happy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not happy myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Please, can someone explain that to me!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I liked this one person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Figures they would never liked me back,&lt;br /&gt;they told me they didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved of the stress of wondering....&lt;br /&gt;"What could be..."&lt;br /&gt;"what could happen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's all over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I actaully discovered I don't have the true feelings I thought I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's this new person in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they'd understand my feelings for them.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's worth a try.... I guessss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this could be good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Internet Can't Break Your Heart!</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T00:28:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T00:28:24Z</updated>
    <category term="internet love heart"/>
    <content type="html">So, I am now in love with&amp;nbsp;the internet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is probably the best listener I have&amp;nbsp;ever come across.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It takes everything in you say, and thinks about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It never responds, which is probablly a good thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't break your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>my life. is not cool.</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T17:51:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T17:51:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow @ my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;uhh, I'm in music theory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is in love, but me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am the biggest loser in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life, because if I did,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be wasting valuable time of my life writting this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't anyone love me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are in love with eachother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone hates me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wish that Siobhan would hurry&amp;nbsp; up tuning the guitar, because I don't want to tune it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I really want to play.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. yeahhhh.......&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. And we have a play that opens Friday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to blow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Like for REAL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to suck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And my dance partner, he's really wierd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;he like's to touch me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But he claims that he likes men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to go .&lt;br /&gt;Class is starting now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.</content>
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    <title>Easter, is stupid.</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T00:14:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T00:14:01Z</updated>
    <category term="bible god easter jesus cross stupid"/>
    <lj:music>Cold As You- Taylor Swift</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm not a religious person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Easter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I think the bible is a big crock of shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone who had no life,&lt;br /&gt;decided that it would be&amp;nbsp;cool to write this whole long story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would have thought, that someone who had no life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;would have&amp;nbsp;so many people follow him, and devote their lives to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, if there was a&amp;nbsp;God, half the shit that happens, wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, some things are inexplainable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And people believe there's a&amp;nbsp;God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Like&amp;nbsp;for real, no one honestly cares that much for someone else, for people they don't even know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;No one would serisouly go up on&amp;nbsp;a cross with thorns and everything, knowing that they were being killed for people. &lt;br /&gt;Look were it's gotten us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's just taught us violence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Violence is the answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are stupid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question is, should&amp;nbsp;I be accepting gifts on a holiday, that means absolutly nothing to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't&amp;nbsp;believe in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And why do you get gifts on easter?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's an excuse&amp;nbsp;for stores to&amp;nbsp;consume more money from innocent people, just to keep thier kids happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And what the HELL does an egg, and a bunny&amp;nbsp;have to do with Jesus dying?&amp;nbsp;( not that there is one)&lt;br /&gt;Like, why does a rabbit give out eggs???&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits are mammels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;They don't lay eggs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;They push&amp;nbsp;babies out of thier&amp;nbsp;vag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just stupid because I don't believe in all this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have the right not to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to make of&amp;nbsp;the whole bible in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>WOW, thanks Laura.</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T02:50:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T02:50:39Z</updated>
    <category term="sleep"/>
    <category term="new"/>
    <category term="stress"/>
    <lj:music>invisible-taylor swift</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so I now have this because Laura told me to get one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And siobhan also told me how good this is for my anger issues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me that writing on the computer will help&amp;nbsp;me get over things, and make things better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's worth a try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty&amp;nbsp;tired now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow I will&amp;nbsp;tell you something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not since I have play Practice from 10:30 - 3:30&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and work from 3:30- 9:15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;How I'm going to make it through the day, I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe if I have&amp;nbsp;enough energy, I will tell you something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,&amp;nbsp;who am I supposed to be writting to anyways?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not to positive at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I will call you......&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. I'm not sure, but I'm open to suggestions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have any, you should tell me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;would be wicked sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&amp;nbsp;hoeesss.</content>
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